Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
COLT
I tried to open my eyes, but they were covered.
I tried to speak, but there was something in my mouth.
I tried to move my body, but couldn’t. From what I could tell, I was sitting in a chair. Metal cut into my wrists behind my back and my feet were bound together.
How did I get like this?
How long have I been like this?
I could smell chlorine and the air felt humid.
I thought back to the last thing I could remember. I had been at Ethan’s, watching him play a game of beer pong, and I’d felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I’d had multiple missed calls from Knox and Creed. I had gone outside because it’d been quieter. As I had been about to call them back, my phone had started ringing. I’d seen that it was Creed again and had been about to answer it…everything was blank after that.
What sounded like a door opening caused a loud echo. That told me I was in a large room. Whoever had opened the door was making their way toward me. I could tell by the sound of their boots as they hit the ground. It was getting louder and louder the closer they got.
I pretended to still be asleep, hoping whoever it was would leave me alone and give me more time to figure out what to do.
The steps stopped. “You better call me back, you motherfucker. I know you have my daughter,” the person growled. Sheriff McAllister? “If you hurt her, I’ll kill your obsession. Don’t doubt that I will. Your precious Shiloh is on her way to me right now.”
Shiloh!